Date: Thu, 01 Sep 2016 10:34:54 +0100
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: Dirk Part 1
Dirk
by Peter Pumpkin Eater
This is the story of a number of relationships. The main one is between a
20 year old man, and a 12 year old boy. There are also other relationships
mentioned, Man/Girl, Boy/Girl(incestuous) and Girl/Girl. Some of the events
took place, many didn't but it is not intended to be anything other than
Fiction. References to people with specific positions in Society are ALL
fiction. I do know that someone will pick up on a couple of 'Historical
errors' these were intentional, to help throw the scent off anyone who
might otherwise be implicated in some sort of wrong doing! There is not hot
and steamy sex on every page, because life, or at least MY life was not
like that! You will note that every encounter between Adults and Children
in this story is initiated by the younger person, and only continues as
long as the younger person is happy and safe (except maybe where the
younger person is being tickled in fun!) The adult characters all believe
in stopping the libido of their young friends before things get out of
hand.
As I said, this is FICTION, that means it is not true, do not copy any of
the actions in this story. Abuse of kids is pretty much the world over
illegal, what constitutes abuse does vary from land to land. You know what
the law is where you are, adhere to it or face the consequences! If it is
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The story takes place in Germany and rather than putting all conversations
in German, as they were spoken I have simply written it all in English,
except where the German is important to the story, in which case I have
added a translation afterwards.
Part 1
Have you ever been with a person who you knew it would be impossible to lie
to? Dirk was such a person.
So when he asked on that first date; "Why are going out with my sister?" I
was in a bit of a quandary.
I was "dating" his 17 year old sister, Anka, a sweet girl, fun to be with,
easy on the eye and most important for me, she made it clear from day 1
that she did not even consider sex before marriage. In fact men were not
the object of her innermost desires, like me she wanted a 'cover story' to
deal with peer pressure. The other great thing about her was her brother,
Dirk. Dirk was 12, and all boy. I had been introduced to the family at a
social event in the village which I had to attend as official interpreter
for my Colonel. I was a British soldier and, typical for many British
soldiers stationed in Germany my CO (Commanding Officer) Col Makepiece
could not speak more than 1 or 2 words of German. I'm lucky to have a flair
for languages and within a month of arriving in Germany could converse
reasonably with the locals, within 12 months many locals did not believe
that I was a Brit! Being Gay was a definite No No in the British Army,
being Gay and interested in boys was, and still is suicide!
After I had gone through the usual boring shit translating for the CO the
local Mayor told me that I might as well mingle as he, and the other
dignitaries could speak better English than Col Makepiece (the good Colonel
was Irish by birth and his accent, mixed with the affected officer accent
made him not the easiest person to converse with.) I started to mingle,
eyeing up the cute teens, but knowing that even that could be a disaster
since Paragraph 175 of the German penal code made all acts of homosexuality
illegal anyway. I had done my research, on the grounds that I often had to
interpret for soldiers picked up by the German Civil Police, and had a copy
of the penal code for reference.
Then I saw Dirk. Blond, blue eyed a very healthy tan, a smile to die for
and a bubbly manner that could make even the straightest guy lust for
him. He was, to put it bluntly HOT! His sister Anka thought I was eyeing
her up, and being that I was a 22 year old fit squaddy, and I spoke fluent
German, she was interested. Their father, a local farmer, picked up on the
vibes passing between us in the room and invited me to join them. I was
about to when the Colonel sent his driver to tell me he needed me. I did
the honours for the goodbyes and once out at the staff car I asked to be
dismissed to mingle further and promote Anglo German relations. I, of
course, was given the permission and the driver told me he would get the
Guard Commander to make a note in the signing out book that I was not AWOL.
I returned to the party and soon found the family again. Anka was straight
to the point; "Would you like to come and visit us for coffee tomorrow,
Saturday, afternoon? I'd very much like to get to know you better."
I actually blushed a little, and almost refused seeing as I am not
interested in girls, but then I thought maybe she could be camouflage for
me. If the guys see me with her on my arm they would stop ribbing me at the
lack of social life.
Dirk then piped up; "I could show you around the farm if you like, we're
just getting ready for the harvest."
I turned to the parents for confirmation that I was welcome, and both
assured me that I would be most welcome. Anka walked me to my car and lent
in for a kiss, whispering; "Just so we are clear, I am not interested in
sex, I want to be a virgin on my wedding day. Besides I'm not blind, you
are as interested in Dirk as you are in me!"
I was a bit taken aback at her bluntness, and unusually for me I was lost
for words.
"Look, I only want to go out with you to keep my school friends off my
back, they all think I need a boyfriend. Plus I am sure you could help my
brother and I in our English homework!"
"I'd be more than happy to, but please don't say anything to Dirk, I would
never touch him, but he is fun to be around!"
"Trust me, he will come on to you sometime, I've caught him playing with
his friends more than once, but he needs a man to guide him along! Oh and
when you come tomorrow, bring a change of clothes that don't matter, farms
are often dirty places, plus bring a swim suit, we have a small lake with a
spring in it, the swimming is great!"
I saw out of the corner of my eye a car load of my mates from my squad
passing and I lent in and kissed her again; "Thanks!" I breathed.
The guys in the car saw us and honked the horn, I knew it would lead to
some ribbing, but at last they had seen me kiss a girl, so I can't be a
queer, as they would put it. Saturday saw me on hot coals, I was excited to
meet the whole family again. I packed a set of overalls and a pair of
rubber boots too. As I was in the regimental swim team I took my team
speedos, hoping that no one would be offended at the amount of me the tight
Lycra would display. I drove to the farm, arriving at about 2pm, they had
invited me for 4pm for coffee, but I thought, what the hell I can spend a
bit of time there.
Dirk was at the gate as I arrived, dressed in a cute Mickey Mouse
sleeveless T shirt and the sexiest yellow mini shorts I had ever seen on a
boy. I suspected, and it was later confirmed, that the shorts were at least
2, if not 3 years old, and he had worn them to catch my eye. Dirk told me
where to park my pick up, and grabbed my hand to drag me into the house.
The farm was, by German standards, average size, though I knew that in the
UK farms were much bigger. The entrance was through the Diele, a sort of
large drive in hallway, with cattle stalls on each side and a place to tip
corn into, for it to be pumped up to a drying room. In the ceiling were a
number of hatches which I later discovered were to load Hay and Straw
through for storage as feed and bedding for the cattle.
Dirk pulled me to the end of the hall, and into the kitchen. The smell of
baking was incredible and Lena, Anka and Dirks mother, was busy decorating
a Strawberry Torte.
"Oh Peter, do come in!" She called, wiping her hands on her apron before
taking my offered hand, and then pulling me to her and kissing my cheek.
"I'm sorry I'm a little early" I apologized, "the guys were trying to get
me to join in a game of football, but I didn't want to have to change again
to come here!"
"No, it's fine, you're welcome here at any time. Stephan, my husband, is
out in the barn checking the combine over ready to start the harvest
tomorrow. It's a shame, we used to have a man living in the small cottage
near the gate, he lived here free and helped with the work. Without him
it's going to be busy the next few weeks."
"Well I have a little experience driving a tractor, and I can back a
trailer no problems" I offered, "And if you husband could write a request
for my help I can get 2 weeks off, for Anglo German relations!"
Stephan walked in at that moment, wiping his hands on and oily rag; "What
for Anglo German relations?" he asked as he offered me his hand to shake.
"Stephan clean up first, coffee is almost ready!"
I took the offered hand and said "So nice of you to invite me, and don't
worry about the grease, a bit of honest dirt never hurt anyone, besides I
need to wash them before I sit down to eat!"
Stephan laughed and said "Spoken like a real man!"
He went to his bathroom for a quick shower and Dirk led me to another
bathroom to wash my hands. The way that bathroom was laid out I could see
the toilet side on in the mirror as I cleaned the oil from my hands. Dirk
knew this and dropped those oh so sexy shorts and pee'd into the toilet
glancing over to make sure that I was watching.
Lena knocked and poked her head in, before I could reply; "Dirk I'm sure
Peter has seen much nicer bits than yours, so stop trying to shock him!"
"It's no problem Lena, all boys do it, it's part of growing up!" I assured
her, more worried that she might see the tent in my jeans. She glanced at
me, saw it and smiled. 'Oh God' I thought, 'I am so busted'.
Lena bustled, chuckling, back to the kitchen and that is when Dirk asked me
the question; "Why are going out with my sister? It's not as if she's going
to let you do her, and besides, I KNOW you'd rather go out with me!"
I was just drying my hands and he still had his shorts and pants around his
ankles, so I flicked the towel and swatted his butt with it,
"Don't be so cheeky!" I told him grinning.
He looked as if he were going to cry.
"Hey I didn't hit you THAT hard" I told him hugging his shoulder.
He reached out and squeezed my erection, "Well why are you going out with
her?"
"Look I like her a lot, and going out can be fun, it's not all about sex!"
I told him, and noticing the devastated look on his face realized that I
had to tell him the whole truth. "Look Dirk, if you ever tell anyone this I
will never be allowed to see you, or Anka, again. I like you a lot, and
this" pointing to my boner "this is because of the little show you put on
for me, OK?"
He reached up on his tiptoes and kissed my lips "I'd never tell anyone,
ever, I promise!"
I swatted his cute butt again and went to the kitchen to see if I could
help. Lena had everything under control and told me to sit in the front
room. Just then I remembered I had some things in the car so I excused
myself for a moment.
I didn't realize that as I slipped out of the door Dirk had come in through
the other, seeing me dash out he assumed it was because he had been hitting
on me and burst into tears. As I returned with a spray of flowers for Lena,
a box of chocolates for Anka, a bottle of 12 year old pure malt whiskey for
Stephan and for Dirk a 1:16 scale Land Rover which I had painted and put
number plates on to look exactly like the one I drove when we were on
exercise! I handed out my gifts and pulled Dirk over to me as Lena tried to
get him to tell her why he was crying.
"I thought I had made Peter hate me and run off" he sobbed, then adding "I
didn't want to get the blame for Anka's new boyfriend leaving before the
first date!"
"Well it was your fault" I told him, "you so blinded me with those bright
yellow shorts I forgot the flowers and things in my car!"
He giggled and asked "Have you repainted the Land Rover? They don't sell
these in Army colours"
"Yes I repainted it to look just like the one I drive at work, it even has
the same number plates and aerials! So that is the only one like it in the
whole world!"I said and hugged him.
Anka looked at us with daggers in her eyes, but I lent across and kissed
her on the cheeks, "I hope you like chocolates, there was nothing else in
our little shop on camp that would have been suitable!"
She kissed me back and said, "As long as you help me eat them they are
fine!"
Coffee was served and the table groaned under the spread before us. I tried
to be polite, and not eat too much but Lena kept loading my plate. At that
moment the kitchen door opened and another farmer burst in.
"Wustest du dass eine Insel Affe sein Auto auf dem Hof geparkt hatt?" (Did
you know an Island Monkey, a German insult for a British person, parked his
car on your drive?)
Before anyone could answer I said, in German, "Sorry am I in the way there?
Dirk told me to park it there!" and standing I extended my hand "Peter,
Peter Carling!"
"Oops!" the newcomer said blushing "Wilhelm, Wilhelm Hobel. I have the next
farm down the lane!" as he shook my hand.
Wilhelm pulled up a chair, uninvited, and Lena passed him a cup of coffee.
"So Wilhelm" Stephan asked, "what brings you here in such a rush?"
"Oh yes, could you pop round after coffee and give me a hand, my jack has
collapsed and I'm trying to change a wheel on the corn trailer" he asked.
"Sure" Stephan said; "Shame you are so smartly dressed" he said turning to
me, "we could have used some extra muscle on this!"
"It's OK I have a change of clothes in the car, I'd be happy to help!"
earning me another daggers look from Anka, "You don't mind do you Anka? I
was wondering if we could go to the cinema this evening they are showing
the new film Jaws"
She hugged me and said "May I please Mama?"
"Of course you may Anka" she said, "perhaps Peter would like to stay the
night as it will be late by the time you get back?"
A slight look of panic crossed Anka's face until her mother added, "If you
don't mind sharing Dirk's room with him Peter?"
"If he can put up with my snoring that's fine!" I laughed.
Jesus, this family are mad, she saw that I had the hots for her son, and
yet she fixes for us to share a room!
After we had all finished the two farmers were keen to get back to work so
I collected my change of clothes from the car and asked where I might
change. Dirk took my hand again and led me to his room. His bedroom was on
a corner of the house and next to it was the staircase, so no one else's'
bedroom was close, and the walls of the old farm house were quite thick
too, meaning anything going on in his room would not be heard elsewhere! I
started to change and dirk stripped off too. He then called to to his
mother, asking where his bib and brace work trousers were. She came into
the room just as I was about to step into my overalls, giving here a full
view of my basket in my boxers.
"Oh I am sorry Peter, " she said, making sure she got a good enough view to
imprint every detail in her memory "I must make sure I knock on the door
when you are here. I don't want to embarrass you!"
"No problem Lena, I'm sure you have seen other men in underwear before?"
"When we have workers helping with manure and slurry spreading they always
have to shower in the cow shed" Dirk told me with just a little too much
enthusiasm, "Mama has seen them showering when she took them fresh
towels. Plus most of us swim nude in the lake, so it doesn't matter to
her!"
Lena blushed but I assured her I was comfortable with nudity. As soon as
she had found his coveralls she left and he put them on, commando.
"I only wear undies if I have to" he confided.
"Me too!" I laughed, adjusting my junk.
We went outside where Stephan had parked a Deutz 4006 with a single axle
trailer having told Lena that I was to drive it to Wilhelm's, and Dirk was
to show me the way. After a quick check on the controls of the Deutz I set
off to the next door farm, about half a mile down the road. When I got
there Wilhelm and Stephan were trying to jack up the trailer, but the jack
kept sinking in the mud.
"Stupid question, but can't we lift it with the front loader from the
tractor?" I asked.
Wilhelm slapped his forehead, "Man, why did I not think of that?"
I unhitched the trailer from the Deutz and noticed a huge concrete weight
in the corner of the yard. I reversed to it and hooked it on, before
Stephan or Wilhelm could react. Then I gently slid the manure forks on the
front loader under the chassis of the trailer, lifting it enough to get the
wheel clear. Wilhelm loaded the wheel into a car trailer and set off for
the local farm tool dealership. While he was gone I quickly dragged several
old railway sleepers to the wheel-less trailer and placed them under the
frame, so I could lower the forks and not strain them too much.
"Well I guess you passed all the major tests for farm safety, all we need
is to make sure you can reverse with a trailer, and I'll write a letter for
your officer, to ask for help." Stephan said.
I hitched up Stephan's trailer again and reversed it into the silage store,
then took it out and reversed it again into a space between two other
buildings.
"That's fine!" he praised, "you have yourself a job!"
Just then Wilhelm returned with the wheel and I once more set the tractor
up to lift the trailer off the sleepers. Once the wheel was in place I
lifted the chassis again and Stephan pulled the sleepers out. They
tightened the wheel nuts and the job was done. Wilhelm went into his house
and returned moments later with a bottle and 4 small schnapps glasses
followed by his wife who had a ten pack of beer and a bottle of Fanta.
"Peter, this is my wife Helga, Helga this is Peter, Anka's new boyfriend!"
I extended my hand and said "Nice to meet you Helga!"
She took my hand and shook it, and then pulled me to herself and gave me a
peck on the cheek; "Oh I thought Wilhelm said you were a Tommy?"
The men laughed and I blushed a little, replying in my worst 'soldier who
only just stutters a couple of words of German'; "Jar Fräulein Ik Bin
Soldat!" (pigeon German for yes Miss I'm a soldier) "and unlike many of my
countrymen I took the trouble to learn German, it is such an expressive
language!"
Helga blushed; "Oh I am so sorry, your accent is perfect, I honestly
thought you must be from Hamburg or somewhere around there!"
We all laughed as I said, "No a little further north, I was born near
Edinburgh, so I'm actually a Scotsman!"
This revelation brought the immediate question from Dirk; "Oh do you have a
Kilt? What do you wear under it?"
I laughed as Stephan commented "Typical Dirk, straight to the point!"
"Well as it happens I DO have a kilt, I play in the regimental band, we are
not full time bandsmen but we play for special occasions." I sidestepped
the question as to undergarments worn with the Kilt!
"You play the 'Dudelsack'?" (Bagpipes) Dirk asked all excited.
"I do, and like most bandsmen I also play a second instrument, in my case
the trumpet. So if we are playing for a dance evening it's the trumpet and
if we are outside marching it's the pipes!"
"I play the trumpet in our Posaunen Chor, it's like a Church Brass band!"
he told me excitedly
While we were talking Helga passed around bottles of the local brew, Barre
Bräu, while Wilhelm filled the 4 glasses with Appel Korn, a sweet and
deceptively strong schnapps with a strong apple flavour. Dirk looked a
little disappointed that he only got a Fanta, but I guess at 12 they
thought him too young to drink!
Wilhelm raised his glass and toasted "New friendships!"
We all raised our glasses and downed the schnapps in one and then took a
swig of the beer. I have to say since arriving in Germany I had tried many
beers, both local and imported in the NAAFI, but Barre was, and still is my
absolute favourite!
Wilhelm went to refill my schnapps glass but I refused "I have to drive,
and I'm not used to that strong stuff!"
I had committed a sin, refusing an offered drink, and Wilhelm was about to
say something when Stephan jumped to my rescue; "He's driving Anka to the
cinema and you know how those MPs are when they stop a soldier, hit them
first and ask questions later! I don't want Anka stranded in town if Peter
gets arrested! I'm sure they will both join us after the cinema to tell us
about the film, if they actually see any of it."
Once again I blushed that Anka's dad assumed we would be otherwise engaged
during the film. Dirk punched my arm and said; "Hey I don't want to be an
Uncle yet you know!" which of course brought more laughter. I finished my
beer and asked if it would be OK for me to drive the tractor back now.
Wilhelm looked for a second and said "That's not where you left the trailer
before, who moved it?"
"That was Peter" Stephan said, "For an 'Insel Affe' he drives really well!"
I hitched up the trailer again and dirk climbed up sitting on the mudguard
of the tractor. As I pulled away there was a loud crash and the sound of
glass breaking, I stopped in utter panic.